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  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    We often watch in our lives for those who care
    Yet more admiration, for the kind who do dare
    Exposing the weakness', the frailty of life
    Yet also what you may do with it, given the time

    Choices we make, sometimes forced to take
    They share just not ourselves, but the others who watch
    Showing the many, how they are thought of by the few
    If you had the choice, how would you choose?

    Would you want a full life of danger and flare
    Where you achieve what you want, if only you dare
    Or would you be quiet, happy and content
    Being the person you want, who will repent

    Forgiving and giving are two very rare things
    Supremely adored, and often achieved
    But only by the aforementioned very few
    Who had the lucky chance to befriend you

    A star, a haze, a mystical glaze
    Surrounds you, and the others around you
    To be touched by this is one special gift
    Anyone would choose to have
    For if they do not, choices,
    They seem not to understand
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    People have this habit of looking at you
    Is there something wrong my dear?
    Why do you gaze queerly over here?
    Nothing is wrong with me, are you blind?

    It surely can't be something you like
    Yet im intrigued by your morbid curiosity
    Some folk are weird
    And find interest where ever they look
    Im going to write in a book
    And tally up your odd looks

    The last time this happened i stuck out my tongue
    She got offended, turns out she wasnt looking at me
    She was looking at her friend, it turns out you see
    Is the one who i thought was currently curious with me
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
    No hungry generations tread thee down;
    The voice I hear this passing night was heard
    In ancient days by emperor and clown:

    Keats - Ode to a nighingale (well a bit of it)
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Jim V wrote:
    Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
    No hungry generations tread thee down;
    The voice I hear this passing night was heard
    In ancient days by emperor and clown:

    Keats - Ode to a nighingale (well a bit of it)

    lovely :)
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Tension reaches high and his hearts maxed,
    Brains screamin’ ride and the streets packed,
    He’s gotta split second snap, and his ropes pulled way too tight,
    He’s got a lunatic smile, cause he loves the immense fright.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    It's not one of mine, it's from someone called kaffrin (no, not that one), but it made me chuckle:

    I was scared,
    For as i was told,
    You were being unfair.
    I wasnt sure what 2 think.
    But i figured i should be fair.

    Once again i got scared,
    As i was told
    what you had done.
    I was pissed off,
    But it was the selfishness of a "friend" again.

    I was scared,
    for leaving 4 so long,
    I risked a relationship.
    I felt so bad.
    But you encouraged my happiness.

    I was scared ,
    When we went our separate ways,
    But soon found i enjoyed you more as a friend.
    I lost my fear for us,
    For you have helped me,
    Though some of my most emotional pain.

    This is the best thing that someone has given me.
    someone 2 hear out my troubles,and so many other things.

    You told me i was a dumbass,
    when i did something stupid.
    Which gave me the power 2 say
    "fuck you! i wont do it again!"
    Just to prove you wrong.

    You also gave me the power,
    to speak up when something went wrong,
    and not 2 lock it inside.

    Im scared ,
    That you have no idea how thankful i am,
    I feel you think im an ungreatful bitch,
    So finally i finish this poem,
    to hopefully prove myself wrong.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    How gemo :crying:
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    for me it would be gelmo

    MrG+elmo, =gelmo
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    On the Ning Nang Nong
    Where the Cows go Bong!
    And the Monkeys all say Boo!
    There's a Nong Nang Ning
    Where the trees go Ping!
    And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo.
    On the Nong Ning Nang
    All the mice go Clang!
    And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
    So it's Ning Nang Nong!
    Cows go Bong!
    Nong Nang Ning!
    Trees go Ping!
    Nong Ning Nang!
    The mice go Clang!

    What a noisy place to belong,
    Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

    Spike Milligan = win
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    If

    IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

    Rudyard Kipling
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    I want to live tomorrow.
    I think tomorrow might be better
    Than today
    Because today hurts so much.

    I want to live tomorrow's tomorrow,
    Forever tomorrowing,
    Forgetting
    That each day is yesterday's tomorrow
    And every day hurts more
    When I don't live it.

    I live under anaesthesia;
    Temporarily feeling nothing - -
    I'm numb
    But I'm sure I'll feel
    Someday.

    Meanwhile
    While I'm tomorrowing
    I lose minutes
    That I'll never get back.

    ***************

    Weeks fly by.
    Wasted weeks, waiting
    For the weekend.
    The weekend flies by,
    And all too soon the Monday
    Morning bip-beep, bip-beep
    Of the alarm, and I'm back
    Where I began.
    Why bother moving through the week if,
    As soon as you reach the end,
    Some trickster puts you back
    At the beginning while you sleep?

    ETA: time seems to be a recurring theme in my stuff!
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.


    "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!"


    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought --
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.


    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!


    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.


    "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
    He chortled in his joy.



    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Not going to quote Phil then Kermit?

    "They fuck you up, your Mum and Dad"...
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
    an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
    Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
    contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

    I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
    a singular development of cat communications
    that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
    for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

    A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
    you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
    And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
    it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

    O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
    connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
    And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
    I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Not going to quote Phil then Kermit?

    I thought I'd let someone else do it;)
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    I wish to remember that time so long ago
    Something happened, then all of this started
    It is not the meetings, the greetings
    Or even those times where we stayed together
    What i miss since it ended
    Were the letters

    When you spend time with someone special
    You keep a part of them, they keep a part of you
    Except the only thing you really tend to keep
    Is the memories of you two

    To write a letter,
    You must be patient and spend time
    Describing your intimate thoughts with due process
    In person you only have their voice and infliction
    With a letter you have all that and more
    You cant forget the contents
    You have them forever

    Recorded in ink and soaked through the paper
    Words are what make us, and bear some permanence
    They can be read over and over, again and again
    Till you find that small reason
    Of why you keep reading

    We only keep writing to pass on our views
    To those we do care of, and listen to you
    Curious as to why you are writing in the first place
    Are you writing due to been apart?
    Are you seperated or friends from afar?

    I only wrote a note, to a new person yesterday
    The note wasnt for you, though there wasnt much thought
    Simple and easy, yet the contents were fraught
    With intrepidation, elation, and a calm voracity
    To thank her for simple things
    Like a warm mug of tea

    The simpleness contrasts with that which i mention
    Complexity and words that do hold the tension
    Of direct thoughts, which contain aprehension
    That something simple should lead me to intricacy
    Letters are threaded
    And so too is my hapiness
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    First of all shut the fuck up there will be no crying
    I've been in this for the last eight years still rhyming
    hard to see past pop culture this vulture is so blinding
    weapons check all emcee's get ready for a step and wreck
    steady deadly catch and see a motherfuckin' etcha sketch
    perfect as cursive heavy is the wordsmith yep still nervous
    crawling on the ground past all these anti underground
    mc artiliery rounds firing off another sound give me a pound
    and one minute to surround perhaps fifteen to astound
    that's sixteen for you clowns just stop now if you can't move the crowd
    go ahead put the mic down do us a favor and don't ask me how
    look what I found sargent another retarded hip-hop junkie
    glancing at me like lunch meat talking about more crack and some heat
    bitch what's your inspiration quick tell me where is all your dedication
    I cock the mic back and squeeze with no hesitation or possible limitations
    on this finnicky nation in a dusty basement with rusty turntable casing
    trust me all you burned lables will be vacent turned fables into gold
    like a ninja scroll and injure you all look at my treasure trove
    as if it was a oh there he goes push your brain into your nose I chose
    this little life I invented how you like my sentance some say dimented
    I say eccentric but they still don't get it don't exist like my credit pathetic
    I'm a get ghost as soon as I leave this verse shreaded....
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    while i find things likethe above interesting and worth something

    it does annoy me how rap like that always seems to go on about something in the ghetto
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    MrG wrote:
    while i find things likethe above interesting and worth something

    it does annoy me how rap like that always seems to go on about something in the ghetto


    You seriously need to listen to Kanye West then.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Your Mum is in Heaven,
    She was ill and has died,
    But remember forever
    That Her love never dies.
    She loves you right now,
    Always has, always will,
    She lives in your heart
    Never, ever to depart.

    You can tell her your secrets,
    Your fears and desires,
    You can talk to the trees
    Or the stars in the skies.
    She always will listen,
    Because Mums always do
    And she'll always guide you
    Throughout what you do.


    You may feel lonely, bereft and forgot,
    But believe me, you really are not.
    There are many who love you,
    Your family and friends,
    And a Mums love IS forever,
    It never, ever will end.
    She will guide you with the love
    That lives in your heart,
    Be quiet...and listen...Remember...
    A mum's love is forever
    It never, ever will end,
    She will guide and protect you
    Always your friend.


    Hold on to your dreams,
    To your memories, hold tight,
    Don't be bitter at life,
    It, and no one is to blame,
    Be true to your self
    And do what is right,
    Your Mum is right with you
    All day and all night

    By Tameila Heywood
  • Dr PirateDr Pirate Posts: 8,303 Legendary Poster
    1983 wrote:
    You seriously need to listen to Kanye West then.
    Is he a rapper that acctually tells about how hard is upper-middle classed life is?
  • Indrid ColdIndrid Cold Posts: 16,688 Skive's The Limit
    Well, this is mine... From more than 2 years ago, but still current. A translation of course, so the rhyming's been lost, but I'd like an opinion on the words... :blush:

    QUEST
    A moon-night and it's raining.
    A moon-night and it's deep.
    Your thoughts are always somewhere else
    looking for a solution.

    In the dusty books
    and on the rotten tree.
    In betrayed friendships,
    looking for a solution.

    Far away, somewhere else,
    through and beyond the shadows,
    through ignored fears,
    hardships and troubles,

    the guard hides
    behind powerful thoughts.
    He has a familliar face
    and is guarding the locks.

    A bloomy garden
    behind the closed doors.
    Under the fresh platans
    a solution may be found.

    A moon-night and it's raining.
    A moon-night and it's deep.
    Your thoughts are always in that garden.
    Maybe someday you'll be there too.


    Probably sucks... :blush:
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Not mine, but Dizzee Rascal's
    Dr Pirate wrote:
    Is he a rapper that acctually tells about how hard is upper-middle classed life is?

    I think you'd have to look for a "hard done by" upper middle class public school boy, otherwise it wouldn't be "reppin".

    Looks like i'm loosin friends
    There's a lot of hostility in my endz
    We used to argue, always make other new friends
    Now we settle disagreements with the skenz (no, I don't know what this means either)
    Looks like i'm loosin mates
    There's a lot of hostility near my gates
    We used 2 fight wid kids fromm other estates
    Now 8 millimetres settle debates
    Looks like i'm loosin sight
    Coz i'm lookin at the future, it ain't right
    So i look out my window, pray every night
    I thank God 4 my friends but they ain't tight
    Looks like i'm loosin hope
    Coz i climbed dis mountain widout rope
    But i know i'm the captain of my boat
    So i steadily sail and hope not 2 float

    Copied from a lyrics website, because I don't know all the words, explain the stupid spellings, but the meaning is still there.
  • Indrid ColdIndrid Cold Posts: 16,688 Skive's The Limit
    Sorry to bring the thread up, I just had a spark earlier and wrote another (after almost a year). My darkest one to date, I think. There's no rhymes in it, so it was easily translatable...

    GHOST
    How did you die?
    I hear your screms as whisper in my ears.
    Strike me...
    Hit me to wake me up.
    A gentle breeze caresses my cheek...
    What villain made you leave your body
    and at the same time trapped you in the world?

    Your presence is barely noticable...
    Is it only me who can feel it?
    If you wanted to leave you could,
    is that not what they say?
    Do you expect to have a body again?
    How could I help?

    It is thought to be difficult to raise the dead...
    I am your only hope, I understand.
    But I am not a necromancer.
    No, no, don't leave!
    Maybe something can be done.
    Stay with me, some solution will be found.

    How did you die?
    Is anyone crying for you?
    Who were you?
    Where are you buried now?
    It is getting darker outside...
    Maybe I'll see you better?

    Silent Watcher,
    Enraged Avenger,
    Was it I who killed you?
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    This got published...twice


    Try to take their land and we just can't understand
    That what they hold in their heart, we crush in our hand
    We don't even notice the other man... the one
    Who would shoot for the sky, but is lacking a sun
    Who needs more, an escape, a window, a door
    But their shit smells sweet when it's not on our floor
    You want for your health and self and desire
    But what for the woman who's dreams are expired?
    Her hope has retired, uninspired and through
    But her needs have been wishing and hoping for you
    Because the true hero accepts and changes all in sight
    Whereas a blind eye is blinded by purest light

    we do what we want, they do what they must
    invest your actions, develop their trust

    they are cursed to the hearse from the moment of birth
    but we discriminate first and don't consider their worth
    they've got thirst like rivers, we've got water in oceans
    they've got aids and shivers; we conceal our potions
    we ignore their emotions and let them fester in hell
    they're searching for hope; we're destroying the well
    They never tell, they age until their graves are laid
    They burn in the sun... we're wearing the shades
    We should be supporting them, but we're ignoring them
    Cuz we're deporting them, right after out-lawing them
    Deploring them in private, but publicly we act receptive
    It's all lies our eyes, make them look deceptive
    As a collective we need to work to organise their success
    No chances to impress when they'd die for much less
    So when you're eating with you parents, partner or younger
    You're dining on food, they're dining on hunger

    we do what we want, they do what they must
    invest your actions, develop their trust
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Dr Pirate wrote:
    Is he a rapper that acctually tells about how hard is upper-middle classed life is?


    No, he just doesn't say how hard he is and how many joints he smokes and how many bitches he gets sucked off up in this biznatch.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    The Critic

    You drew monsters in the dark.
    Without looking,
    I heard myself say
    'Theres no heart in your art...'
    And I hated myself and your picture.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Been a while since I wrote a poem maybe I'll start writing a new one.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    lea_uk wrote:
    Been a while since I wrote a poem maybe I'll start writing a new one.

    you should do, and then put them in here, quite possibly one of my longest living threads without the need for mucho bumpage
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    I seem to have permanent writer's block.
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